metl

And this is the art i was talking about in my recent profile’s note !
I can’t help but smile when i watch this… I’m metling when i imagine Nick and Judy having their own kits…
I know, i’m weak… But i need this, trust me !

I hope you will like it :)

Have a nice day,

Zieg’

Deep heat melts Greenland’s icy base

We have heard stories in recent years of the retreat of Arctic ice and the increasing amounts of summer melt, seemingly linked to global climate change. The idea that ice will melt as the atmosphere or oceans warm is rather intuitive. But news is reported today highlighting the influence of Earth’s interior heat flow on the glacial melt.

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Možda

Možda živiš s druge strane okeana

U nekoj od zemalja gdje je zakonom zabranjeno biti čudan.

Jutrom ideš u prodavnicu na kraju ulice

Radnik na kasi ti odabere najzrelije jabuke i ne skida pogled

Sa tvojih usana.

Ti naivno trpaš stvari u vrećicu i nasmiješ se

Pa se vraćaš kući nesvjesna svoje ljepote i osjećaja

Koje budiš u ljudima.


Ili si pak negdje sasvim blizu meni

Toliko blizu da te svakog dana mogu sresti

A samo da te sretnem, znao bih…

Možda si tu u ulici do moje, u onoj zgradi u kojoj živi deda Omer

Koji i zimi-ljeti nosi dugi mantil i šešir od dabrove dlake

I uvijek čita neke autore za koje ne znam.

Možda ga pozdraviš dok ulaziš u haustor

Kažeš da tog jutra baš dobro izgleda

I pomogneš mu da se popne do drugog sprata jer lift ne radi.

On ti zahvali dižući šešir sa glave

A ti požuriš uz stepenice lepršajući rubom haljine.


Šta ako već voliš nekog običnog

Jednog od onih muškaraca kojima je život sređen.

Uvijek je dobro obučen, čist.

Vozi dobar auto, radi od 9 do 5 i svaki put kada se vraća kući

U prodavnici kupi neku sitnicu za tebe.

Šta ako te čini dovoljno sretnom

Tek dovoljno da nisi svjesna da postojim

Tamo negdje?


Dovoljno nije dovoljno, dovraga s njim.


Možda si i sama

Čekaš da neko novi napravi propuh u tvom životu

Rastjera sve te teške mirise i useli sa novim namještajem.

Možda su te potrošili muškarci za jednu noć

Možda su te pokvarili varalice i lažovi

Možda iskrena ljubav

Možda ljubomora.

Možda si čak prestala vjerovati da ćeš me ikada sresti.


A hoćeš, jednog jutra ili večeri

U sred autobusa, dok se voziš na posljednje predavanje te sedmice

Krajem oka ćeš vidjeti da neki čudak na zadnjem sjedištu

Oborenog pogleda i razbacanih pramenova kose

Čita Kafku i smije se samom sebi.

Neće biti mnogo ali neće ti mnogo ni trebati

Upalit će se svi alarmi u tvom tijelu kada se sretnu pogledi

Pa ćeš preskočiti posljednje predavanje te sedmice.


Možda ćemo se mimoići dok prelazimo na crveno

A ti se budeš vraćala kući pokisla i bez šminke

Možda u kafani kiteći svirce na “Pukni zoro“

Možda u čekaonici hitne dok čekaš da pogledaju ogrebotinu na tvom koljenu.

Možda na samom kraju svijeta dok se planete sudaraju

U posljednjem času na Zemlji.

Bilo gdje, bilo kad.

Prepoznat ćeš me.


Reći ćeš mi svoje ime i ja ću tebi moje

Pokušat ćeš prekinuti niti što ti osmijeh drže razapetim

I ugasiti rumenilo na obrazima

A ja ću se praviti da ne primjećujem koliko si smotana

Lažirati samopouzdanje kao profesionalac

Pa te uzeti za ruku

I bit će normalno i poznato

Kao da se cijeli život vodimo za ruke

Vezani.


Pričat ćemo taj prvi dan jednako strasno kao i posljednji

Ja ću gutati tvoje riječi kao putnik u pustinji

Uvijek tražeći još.

Tebi će moja poezija biti nenadjebiva

Bolja od Bukowskog i Antića i svih tih gubitnika

Samo zato što je moja.

I umjet ćemo ono što drugi nisu umjeli

I bit ćemo ono što drugi nisu bili

Vidjet ćeš

Postoji jedan običan čovjek kojeg je Bog izlio tvojim kalupom.



Zajedno ćemo slaviti treći januar jer nam se može

Lutat ćemo parkovima tražeći klupu na kojoj se nismo ljubili

Ušunjat ćemo se u kino na obali u sred crno bijelog filma

I viknuti ko jebe Hičkoka

Pa prosuti kokice u zrak kao vatromet.

Učit ćemo salsu zajedno

Namjerno igrati pogrešno i nervirati instruktore

Poslat ćemo dovraga svakog ko kaže da Magi nije mis svijeta

Imat ćemo loše fore i glasno se smijati u tramvaju

Nećemo ustajati babama i nećemo imati karte.

Bježat ćemo od revizora i svega što je obično i ljudsko

Krit ćemo se od svitanja

Napraviti pećinu od jastuka i pokrivača i kačiti šarena svjetla

Cijepat ćemo stranice iz zbirki poezije

I lijepiti ih na stubove po Sarajevu

Postat ćemo slavni jer smo jedini par u gradu

Koji se vjenčao u trenerkama i medeni mjesec proveo

Lutajući svijetom birajući gradove gađanjem globusa pikadom

Oblijepit ćemo zidove spaveće sobe razglednicama

I mojim pjesmama i tvojim crtežima

Reći ćemo jebi se skupim namještajima i ukrasima

Koji su bijeli i avangarda

Jebo avangardu

Budit ćemo se pjevajući Štulića ili neku glupost

Komšija će nam psovati mater u ritmu udarca metle o plafon

I nas neće biti briga.



Živjet ćemo, kunem ti se, bolje nego iko ikada.

Čekaj me.

curiousbluepencil  asked:

for the prmpt thing: tododeku + "I love you so much" Give me the soul-metling fluff!!!

He’s probably still high on painkillers by the time he manages to stumble through the door, Todoroki’s arm around his waist to keep him from falling over his own feet. Izuku giggles when his forehead nearly bonks the doorframe.

“In you go,” Todoroki says, voice as deadpan as ever, and Izuku giggles harder. Todoroki sighs.

“This is our apartment,” Izuku says seriously. He stares at the tiny eating table and the tidy kitchen and the number of plants lining the window sill as they make their way to the secondhand but comfortable couch in the living area. 

“Yes, it is.”

“You live here. I live here.”

“We do, yes.” Todoroki drops him onto the couch gently, making sure not to jostle his leg too much. “Are you hungry? I can microwave some leftovers probably, and then we can figure out how to get you into the shower.”

Izuku nods, and nods, and nods until he realizes it kind of makes him dizzy. He blinks up at the boy in front of him. “Where’s my phone?”

“You’re not supposed to use any electronics yet,” Todoroki reminds him. “I called your mother already. She might swing by tomorrow.”

“Oh. Okay.” Izuku grins at Todoroki. “Thank you.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, no, no no no no,” Izuku says, reaching out with both hands. He grasps Todoroki’s hands, and tugs. Todoroki follows, sitting down on the couch next to him and allowing him to pet his hair. “You’re always taking care of me.”

Todoroki looks at him from under his bangs. “You do the same, Izuku.”

For some reason, hearing his first name fall from Todoroki’s lips so easily makes him want to giggle again. He’ll never really get used to it. “I love you so much,” he blurts.

Todoroki blinks. Izuku is already babbling again, hands drawing away from the other boy, but then Todoroki takes hold of his hand again. He squeezes slightly, and Izuku meets his steady gaze again. “I love you, too, Izuku.”

Something warm, familiar, fills his chest, and he feels the restlessness and lingering adrenaline from the fight with the villain finally dissipate. Izuku squeezes back, and doesn’t try to stop the silly smile spreading across his face.


feel free to send me ur faves + a prompt!!

wOWWW 100 (and six) FOLLOWERZZZZ????

oh YEAH for some aBSURD REASON i actually have 100+ folloWERS NOW so like,,,,AM I SUPPOSED 2 DO SOMETHING FOR THIS….?????????????? like wut,,,frEE FANFic giveaway or whAT does anyone even WANT THAT

if u do then idk REBLOG this so i can dump ur name in the unholy rngesus pile and throw shitty group of words on a google docs at the winner

if no then dAS OK TOO

either way thanK U ALL 4 da 100 (and six) followerz it feels like ITS CHRISTMAS 4 me

tl;dr

reblog 4 chANCE at frEEE FANFIC about idea of uR OWN CHOICE
LIKE 4 a chanCE AT FREE MS PAINT SHIT POST (like the ONE ABOVE) of UR CHOICE
(u can do both)
ignore if it dont matter 2 u
i made a gigantic christmas ain postcard in the middle of summer
u r all good people thank u for following me ily aLL
giveaway thinGY ends on like,,,,,, IDK JUNE….8!!!!

kupalets  asked:

Hi, I'm sure this has been discussed quite estensively already so I apologize. I'm a new follower and don't know how to navigate. Anyways, what are the general feelings towards scottish "diaspora"? like if I'm correct no one likes them cause they're not truly "scottish" anymore right? which confuses me considering american culture is built upon being a "metling pot" so why don't people understand that?

Hey! Cheers for the follow! And thanks for the hardest question to answer of all time. Please let me clarify that I am speaking for myself here, I won’t be speaking for the whole of Scotland (yet) and please understand that any of my points here are not assuming how you portray your Scottish heritage where you are.

I don’t think there is any bad feeling towards Scottish diaspora in Scotland at all. I don’t think there’s any argument over whether not you are a ‘true Scot.’

I think the stereotypical 'dislike’ comes from your types that come back claiming they are Scottish royalty or are clan chiefs or whatever. The entitlement and ownership that comes with these arrogant claims is a bit off-putting. We understand and appreciate any shared history but it’s not really relevant to Scottish life today.

Personally, I think 'Scottishness’ is more determined by mindset than bloodline. You don’t have to be ethnically Scottish to be Scottish and just because anyone has Scottish ancestry it doesn’t necessarily give them the right to claim to be Scottish.

I’m probably not wording this very well, but basically if you wanna be Scottish you can be but don’t just make it an accessory to who you are. Take your time to learn a bit about the country, its culture, its humour and it’s politics. Just don’t make it a one-liner you say to make yourself sound more interesting at a party.

Because if you say that and encounter another Scot, you might get Glasgow kissed.

anonymous asked:

But Jiminieeee let me be honest here ! Just why dont ya wanna wear Agust D's sweater one day if he give it to you?? It will be cute and large sweaters also look cute on you and oML THAT WOULD BE SO HOT IM SOBBING AND METLING KQNSJWRJW T^T

JM: ( hOT WHA T njkdbJNASKCLNSDJK) U-Uh, I mean if he gave it to me.. but do you really think so??

Words of Nahuatl origin have entered many European languages. Mainly they have done so via Spanish. Most words of Nahuatl origin end in a form of the Nahuatl “absolutive suffix” (-tl, -tli, or -li, or the Spanish adaptation -te), which marked unpossessed nouns.

Achiote

from āchiotl [aːˈt͡ʃiot͡ɬ]

Atlatl

from ahtlatl [ˈaʔt͡ɬat͡ɬ]

Avocado

from āhuacatl, “avocado” or “testicle” [aːˈwakat͡ɬ]

Axolotl

āxōlōtl, from ā-, “water” + xōlōtl, “male servant” [aːˈʃoːloːt͡ɬ]

Cacao and cocoa

from cacahuatl [kaˈkawat͡ɬ]

Chayote

from chayohtli [t͡ʃaˈjoʔt͡ɬi]

Chia

from chian

Chicle

from tzictli [ˈt͡sikt͡ɬi]

Chili

from chīlli [ˈt͡ʃiːlːi]

Chocolate

Often said to be from Nahuatl xocolātl or chocolātl, which would be derived from xococ “bitter” and ātl “water” (with an irregular change of x to ch). However, the form xocolātl is not directly attested, and chocolatl does not appear in Nahuatl until the mid-18th century. Some researchers have recently proposed that the chocol- element was originally chicol-, and referred to a special wooden stick used to prepare chocolate.

Copal

from copalli

Coyote

from coyōtl

Epazote

from epazōtl

Guacamole

from āhuacamōlli, from āhuaca-, “avocado”, and mōlli, “sauce”

Hoatzin

from huāctzin

Jicama

from xicamatl

Mesquite

from mizquitl [ˈmiskit͡ɬ]

Mezcal

from mexcalli [meʃˈkalːi] metl [met͡ɬ] and ixcalli [iʃˈkalːi] which mean ‘oven cooked agave.’

Mole

from mōlli [ˈmoːlːi], “sauce”

Nopal

from nohpalli [noʔˈpalːi], “prickly pear cactus”

Ocelot

from ocēlōtl [oːˈseːloːt͡ɬ]

Peyote

from peyōtl [ˈpejoːt͡ɬ]. Nahuatl probably borrowed the root peyō- from another language, but the source is not known.

Pinole

from Nahuatl pinolli, via Spanish

Quetzal

from quetzalli [keˈt͡salːi], “quetzal feather”.

Sapodilla

from tzapocuahuitl

Sapota

from tzapotl [ˈt͡sapot͡ɬ]

Shack

possibly from xahcalli, “grass hut”, by way of Mexican Spanish. [ʃaʔˈkalːi]

Sotol

from tzotolli

Tamale

from tamalli [taˈmalːi]

Tule

from tōllin [ˈtoːlːin], “reed, bulrush”

Tomato

from tomatl [ˈtomat͡ɬ]

Words from Nahuatl, Wikipedia

Cryptid Talk: Tikbalang

I try to go and avoid the realm of heavily mythological tied cryptids. This is due to the fact that, with myths and the like, it becomes hard to discern what is real, and what is completely made up. Never more is this true in the case of the Philippines. But, brought to my attention, there is one species that I feel could use addressing: The Tikbalang.

The Tikbalang is a fusion between horse and man, with disproportionately long limbs and a horse like head. They inhabit thick forests and mountains, and are rarely seen by the sounds of it, preffered dwellings being under bushes, in bannana groces, bamboo thicets, by large trees, and on top of them . However, they are blamed for a lot of evil doings, and are considered wicked creatures that should be avoided at all costs. Now, along with the bad juju and avoidance materials, I would consider this to be just another monster made up. But, the limb proportion caught my eye, along with the feet. Perhaps, the Tikbalang is something a little more real, and a little more ancient.

This animal here is a Chalicothere, a prehistoric odd toed herbivore from teh same family as horses and rhinos. While most of them died off in the Pliocene, a single last surviving genus was found not too far away in Myanmar and China, Nestoritherium. Now, the range between the two is a long distance. So It wouldn’t be too surprising to say that there was a possible population in Thailand, Malaysia, and Vietnam back in the Early Pleistocene. During this time, water was being frozen back and forth by glaciers, and lots of the islands around there were connected with each other, with a land bridge almost stretching from Asia to Australia. Now, it wouldn’t be surprising if, during this time, that a small group made it onto the island chains, and migrated north towards the Philippines for better environmental situations, and became trapped there when the glaciers metled and isolated the island chain. In short, I wouldn’t be surprised to say if the Tikbalang is a real animal, that it is a relict surviving Chalicothere that had made it’s way via land bridge to the islands back during the early Pleistocene glacial periods. It would be something new, but an ancient family still living on.